An old story…

“It’s still the same old story…”

Sam

From: Casablanca – 1942

While the world is waiting to know if the United States will attack Siria trying to understand what consequences such an action could have (What will they do? Who are they going to back? How the international relationships will change? How many more people will die?…), in Italy the debate seems to be all around other issues. Obviously we are not talking about those workers who discovered, once back from holiday, that without any warning their factory (and their job) had been moved to Poland, after all there is no sign of left in the coalition government. No, in August the trouble was what we could do for poor MrB, the greatest Italian ever, the man everybody respects in the world, the same man who was so cruelly sentenced for tax fraud (by envious and communist judges of course): how to avoid that he would go to jail or could be obliged to resign as Senator? In the meantime, while incessantly threatening to end the coalition government experience just to deny the threat a minute later, MrB was able to claim that the local property tax cancellation (made possible thanks to the Left generous collaboration) was his greatest success ever (completed by the fact that it will be replaced with a service tax that will be paid also by those losers who are too poor to have any kind of property -like the one who’s writing) and then, while signing the petition to call a few referendum (one to reform the justice, the others to cancel a few laws made when he was the PM) he finally could show the evidence proving that he never used politics to benefit his businesses: he’s not a business man, on his Identity Card his profession is “member of parliament”.

As you can see, it’s still the same old story… the world can also be on the brink of a new war, but we have to follow his own agenda.

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I believe the rest of the song is:
It’s still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die

For Mr. Obama, Syria is a matter of “the fundamental things apply”. He sits atop a world full of maniacs murdering victims, and no one but America to do anything about it but weep and wail. America finds itself like an eldest brother left to care for a huge family of orphans. If we too often end up looking as foolish as Pasqualino Seven Beauties, well, we can’t seem to do better.